Before our relationship can begin, though, I need to figure out how to open the dern thing.
My blender is awesome for smoothies and, err, margaritas but the pomegranate was too big to get near the blades.
I call my bike the Green Envy but its superpowers are only good for looks. No pomegranate-opening here.
I decided to let Denali give it a go. After all, he's eaten everything for an entire corn cob to a half-tub of margarine.
I guess I - well, we - have figured out all the ways not to open a pomegranate. Now, we must work on doing it the right way.
Have a Wonderful Saturday!